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As many mince pies as you taste at Christmas' so many happy months will you have.
- Old English Saying
God rest you, merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour
Was born upon this day,
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
For Jesus Christ our Saviour was
Born on Christmas Day.
- Old Song, old English song
At Christmas-tide the open hand
Scatters its bounty o'er sea and land,
And none are left to grieve alone,
For Love is heaven and claims its own.
- Mrs. Margaret Elizabeth Sangster
England was merry England, when
Old Christmas brought his sports again.
'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale;
'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale;
A Christmas gambol oft could cheer
The poor man's heart through half the year.
- Sir Walter Scott, Marmion
(canto VI, introduction)
This day shall change all griefs and quarrels into love.
- William Shakespeare
At Christmas I no more desire a rose,
Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled shows;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
- William Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost
(Berowne at I, i)
Be merry all, be merry all,
With holly dress the festive hall;
Prepare the song, the feast, the ball,
To welcome merry Christmas.
- William Robert Spencer
Heathenism had proved unequal to the wants of men; and it was when the most thoughtful among the Pagans were turned away from its hollow mockeries and misleading altars that the anthem of the angels broke clear and loud above the slopes of Bethlehem: "Glory to God in the highest! Peace on earth and good will toward men!"
- William Mackergo Taylor
The time draws near the birth of Christ:
The moon is hid; the night is still;
The Christmas bells from hill to hill
Answer each other in the mist.
- Lord Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam (XXVIII)
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
- William Makepeace Thackeray,
At Christmas play, and make good cheer,
For Christmas comes but once a year.
- Thomas Tusser,
Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry
Holiday or no, the world goes on.
- James Michael Ullman,
in the Chicago Tribune, December 1, 1963
But now the Prince of Peace has come--He of whom it was said that "in His days there shall be abundance of peace." Now "mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other." Now "old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new;" and "all things are of God, who hath reconciled us to himself by Jesus Christ, and hath given to us the ministry of reconciliation: to wit, that God was in Christ, reconciling the world unto Himself."
For us, however, in these northern clime, and with our traditions and associations, Christmas could not well be better placed than where it is. Nature is in slumber, as if in death--fit picture of the sleep of man till roused to righteousness by the voice of the new-born Babe of Bethlehem. Life is at its lowest, and death reigns, or seems to reign everywhere. Saving the thick-berried holly, the mistletoe, dear to Druid priests, the laurel and the yew, the trees are bared, and the warblers of the sky avoid their desolate branches. We are driven inward. The fireside is the centre of a thousand charms. Home is clothed in its most beautiful garments. We are forced to the conclusion that we need other help than Mother Earth can give us. Our hearts open instinctively to heaven and its message, and with willing feet we haste to do the will of Him "Who, though He was rich, yet for our sakes became poor."
The sun doth shake
Light from his locks, and, all the way
Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.
- Henry Vaughan ("The Silurist"),
Christmas is for children. But it is for grown-ups too. Even if it is a headache, a chore, and a nightmare, it is a period of necessary defrosting of chilled hidebound hearts.
- Lenora Mattingly Weber
"Hark the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born king."
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled.!
- Charles Wesley (1), Christmas Hymn
Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;
East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel cease;
Sing the song of great joy that the angels began,
Sing the glory to God and of good-will to man!
- John Greenleaf Whittier, Christmas Carmen
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